[next time, when pheromones and animalistic instincts aren't running so wild, they will have to make sure to set better boundaries, acquire safewords and perhaps even gestures depending on how things go. however, there's no need to get ahead of themselves right now, not when they haven't even made it through their first time— which, yes, likely wouldn't have happened if sizhui hadn't used that shampoo, so here's hoping broca doesn't hold that against him either.

kudos to him for having the self-control to stop, truly, especially because the púca had dragged it out for as long as possible, whether intentionally or not, but at least he's doing right by them both and proceeding with the next part of his plan.

gently, he squeezes the base of broca's cock on a downstroke, grinning up at him, the mirth shining bright in his dark eyes. regardless of how much or how little predaciousness the look holds, sizhui feels the instinct, the fight or flight response rearing its head, and yet he does something totally different than both of those choices. he glances around them too, pondering, wondering what way would be best (and safest) in this situation.

he rises from the bench, close enough that his chest and stomach rub up against broca's dick in the process, his attention finally upturning to him again.] Would you rather fuck me against a wall or sit on the bench and let me ride you? Unless you have a preference, I'm going to choose the latter.